Let It Snow(61)

Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she was aware that they really didn’t have much time, so as much as she would like to draw this out, to explore every inch of him, she knew that if she wanted to do this she needed to move things along.

So without further ado, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his BVDs and pulled out his shaft. Firmly wrapping her fingers around it, she felt him throbbing in her palm and the sensation sent a burst of bliss exploding in the crux of her thighs. Her mouth watered as she watched her hand move up and down his heavy, rock-hard member. The smooth silkiness of the skin felt like it was covering a steel rod. She loved the feeling of her hand gliding up and down him.

A small white bead of liquid appeared on his engorged tip and Tessa leaned forward and licked it off. A deep groan ripped from his chest, and she felt his fingers thread through her hair. God, she loved it when he ran his hands through her hair.

Just as she was about to open her mouth and take him inside, he fisted his hand and tugged so she was looking up at him. The sensation caused her to cry out as pleasure washed over her, emanating from the sting where his fingers were knotted.

Tessa thought there was a very real possibility that she might come again. Kneeling before Jake while holding his manhood in her hands, her breasts exposed as she looked up at him, his strong chest heaving, his abs tense and showcasing his rippling muscles, the primal look in his eye as he gazed down—all of this was hands-down the most erotic experience she’d ever had.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said with an almost tortured look in his eye.

She knew that he was just trying to protect her because when she was younger she’d never been interested in doing this. But she was all grown up now, and he might not know it but she absolutely had to do this.

She felt a wicked smile spread across her lips as she held eye contact with him and opened her mouth over the large head of his hardened groin. A guttural sound filled the air as she pulled him into her mouth with a wet suction. She slid her tongue up and down his length as her lips tightened around him.

With one hand, she held on to his hip for balance as the other stroked the base of his erection, her fingers clasped around it. His fingers spread out as he guided her head up and down. She felt his fingers tense, and his member began growing larger and larger in her mouth.

Picking up the pace, Tessa tightened her lips and fingers around him as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned as she continued her sensual assault. She tasted the salty goodness of his arousal just before he warned, “Tessa, I’m gonna come.”

He might have thought that would cause her to pull away. But it had quite the opposite effect. She wanted Jake. All of Jake. Instead of backing off, she doubled her efforts, squeezing him tighter and swirling her tongue in a suctioning pull.

She felt his entire body tense with release as he came. He jerked his head and it fell back as his fingers clenched tightly in her hair. Tessa rode out his orgasm until she had sucked the very last drop of his arousal from him.

Just as he leaned forward and held the desk for support, Tessa heard a knock at the door. Standing, she smiled up at a still-recovering Jake.

“Perfect timing.” She patted his chest and began adjusting her sweater as she moved under his arm to make her way to the bathroom. Calling over her shoulder, she said, “Can you get that? I need to freshen up.”

She didn’t know how he did it, but the next thing she knew, she was turned around, being held in Jake’s arms, and pressed flat against his half-naked body. The corners of his mouth turned up and he had a look in his eye that reminded her of a predatory wolf. “This isn’t over,” he stated.

As much as she wished they could continue this afternoon delight, she had a job to do. “Jake, my next session is here,” she explained as she tried to pull out of his hold.

“When are you done here?” he asked, not letting her go.

“Around six, but then I have to be at JT’s ’til at least midnight.”

“Fine. I’ll see you at JT’s, and I am coming home with you tonight.” His voice sounded like he was trying to lay down the law or convince her of the inevitable.

What she wanted to tell him was, “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.” But she decided her behavior today had been shocking enough, so instead she just said, “Good.”

His eyes filled with even more fire at her easy acquiescence. Releasing her from his grasp, he swatted her rear playfully as she hurried to the bathroom.

“Hey, Tessa.”

She stopped and looked over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna kill this. I don’t think anyone should see these until you Photoshop Mr. Happy.”